All living things in this world, their return path is the same, it is the road under their feet. Their lives have a limit, which is only a hundred years. Their existence will not become eternal, unless the world is completely destroyed, all wills are wiped out, and they are destroyed together, then they can be said to live the same life as heaven.
It's a pity that this day and time are endless, and this land has covered all the vicissitudes of life. A mere hundred years, compared to the infinite life span of heaven and earth, is just a flash of fire and a snap of a finger. This is a joke and a dream after all.
What the world dreams of is just a joke. But, is it really a joke?
A joke, maybe it really is a joke. Those who know that there is a dead end ahead, but still follow the destiny, are just the time when the wind and sand blow away a dream, and also take away the care of the rest of life, leaving only a peach blossom dyed with blood.
These lives, all have him or her in the dream, one peach blossom, two peach blossoms, and one after another, scattered apart, but the invisible center is connected to the end of the world. It's a pity that in the end, it was the silent wind and a cold rain that separated the world. From then on, they could not see each other, only drop after drop of blood remained, searching for that concern, praying for nothing more than separation from the world of heaven and reunion in the underworld.
He kept standing there. The night is still young, but the stars have fallen into my eyes. The breeze around me is slowly blowing, blowing the candlelight, and the flowers around me are also swaying.
In a daze, the man in white standing at the bridge's head swayed. Suddenly, in front of him, there were a few wisps of human fireworks and the chirping of an oriole.
There were a few yellow lanterns, illuminating two pairs of orioles in the room, and the fragrance of cinnamon branches spread through the window. The wind in April carries this light from the world.
Suddenly, the wind picked up. Then, the night became slightly cooler. Another Sheng song flooded the inside and outside of the house and the sky at night.
The song filled the air and drowned the world. Which courtyard did it fall into again?
Chu Cheng was a little confused. At this moment, he was in a critical situation and encountered an unimaginable opponent. He came from Nether Sky, set foot in Shenhuang Sky, and with the luck of powerful men from all over the world, he was able to enter the sky.
Then, I encountered a dream and a voice. Just don’t know everything. When he woke up, he was surrounded by his close friend and loved one.
He didn't know why he was here. I don’t know my own
Where is my junior brother now? I just suddenly realized that the place I was in turned out to be a world that I wanted but was not willing to want.
He didn't want to give it up, but he gave it up again. Just because although all this is not an illusion, it is still an illusion.
In the end, Chu Cheng left there. In the end, he saw his junior brother in the distance, and also saw a body frozen into ice.
He fell into a wonderful situation, where he seemed to be integrated with the world, and his combat power reached an unimaginable level. Therefore, although I don't know why this is the case, I am still not in a hurry to return to that body.
Because he knew that once this soul entered the body, this wonderful state would disappear without a trace.
He still has things to do. This wonderful situation may be his own power, an unknown power. A state that is not reached now but will be reached in the future.
This is not a request for future power. Now that this power is in his palm, he must use it to reach that place.
That place that You Yi mentioned, that place where Mo Chen's rise came from.
It's a pity that even in this wonderful situation, it is still extremely difficult to overcome the three difficulties. Now, he can feel that his strength is beyond that when he fought against the Lord of the Netherworld.
Even so, is it difficult to survive?
Chu Cheng shook his head and swept away the uneasiness in his heart. Renew the invincible fighting spirit.
Perhaps, it is because of defeat. But if there is no fighting spirit, it will definitely fall here.
Where is that peerless strong man hiding? No matter how you sense it, you can't find his figure.
Around here, there is no more sound of dripping water, and the lotus flowers disappear without a trace step by step.
This absence of a trace does not mean that the peerless powerful man has disappeared. This aura cannot be checked, and it does not mean that Chu Cheng wins.
"What is there? Who lives there?" Chu Cheng raised his head and looked at the yellow flowers and the human fireworks.
This is too weird, behind him is a purgatory. But in front of him, he appeared in the human world.
With just one step, Chu Cheng could come from purgatory to the human world. But what he doesn't know is whether what's ahead is another dream?
He had had too many dreams, beautiful ones
A nice, sad, unforgettable dream.
In one step, I really came to the human world.
Chu Cheng still took a step lightly. This step was not in his painting, nor was it in the painting of the strong man with the rules.
As he came to this world, the bridge disappeared in an instant, and what Chu Cheng saw when he turned around was a night with stars. In the blink of an eye, it was outside the house.
A scorching fire floated in the room. Dispel the darkness brought by the night.
He took a step forward and slowly raised his hand. There was a sound of wind, the window paper shattered slightly, and no figure could be seen. There was only a solitary wooden bed and a lamp on the floor.
Chu Cheng also saw that there was a half-opened facade at the back of the room. It seemed that there was a whole other world inside. However, under the consciousness, there is only this room in this world, so how can it be like a different world?
He thought for a moment, then opened the wooden door without hesitation and walked into the house. Suddenly, a strong sense of decay hit his head with the wind.
In just a moment, he walked into the half-open door. There was a moment of trance, and when I regained my composure, I saw in front of me a long corridor, accompanied by rockeries under the night sky, with no end in sight.
He was walking in the dark old corridor. There were plum blossoms in the long steps. When he lowered his head, he saw dots of scarlet. There were drops of blood stained in it, and as it continued to penetrate deeper, the blood became full of red.
It seems like there is a thousand miles of road and you can’t reach the end just by walking. The wind was blowing all around, and it felt like I was walking on Huangquan Road.
He walked step by step in the dark corridor, and as he got closer, lights came on at both ends. Occasionally, there is a crisp sound, resounding in the depths.
This seems to be the sound of Luozi, and someone is secretly controlling it. Who is the chess piece, and who is in control? Is it the strong man?
Chu Cheng still doesn't know all this.
Nor would they know that there is a heaven and earth where the stars of the nine heavens are reflected in the world. Surrounded by a bright moon, under the attention of the whole world, it waved to the sky.
Then, a man in white clothes stepped on the bright moon and waved his sword gently towards the sky. With one sword strike, perhaps the radiance of the four directions was too dazzling, which gave people the illusion that the heaven and earth were mistakenly divided into three grids.
